What you've wrotten...mixed wit acidics it still wouldn't be Potent,
I'm big enough on this site...fo you to Swallow my words n start Chokin,
You better be Hopin...that i decide to eventually take it Easy,
Like women with no Cleavlage...your spits don't even
Tease-me,
Believe me...I wouldn't express myself if it wasn't fo ya own good,
Take out the 9-Iron...But still Drivin you like you was Under-the Hood,
This'll be amusing...When you post n i witness your structure,
Extended lines with worthless multis is all i see...n possilbe a Gay-Lord-Fauker,
It's sad it has to come to a Close...Cuz when i insert this-it dove,
With these lyrics shoved up ya ass...It'll be Shit-Found by an Anal-Probe